other writing
essays
short stories
The Beast
Craft Literary
"I’ll end up in the slammer right next to Cal,” I’d joked back then, but I grew nervous as the day went on.
flour baby
Guernica
In the glare of their derision she was simply shutting down, as though her life were a large switchboard and she was throwing one switch at a time.
we are holding our own
A Public Space
All that vanished time rattled around inside him like engine
knock.
skin
Epiphany
They're bankrupt, the letter says. I’ll have health care through the end of September, but afterward the company will be liquidated.
Q&A
Joyland
We both liked driving the quiet early morning roads underneath the sunrise. Tridents of light striking the cars we towed. Their owners sleeping somewhere.
Water burial
Hobart
Linus squeezed her hand and whispered, “It’s all right, babe,” but she got the sense that it was not.
wild beating hearts
Okey-Pankey
Back then I’d been embarrassed of the lie. Now I think that it might have felt good to shock someone, to have, if only briefly, a secret life.